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1.27.2015

There is an Uprising. Come Hear the Stories... Fantasy Uprising #Fantasy

These are the stories stirring across the realm.

Reborn, Cherie Reich: I flopped back on my bed and pounded my fist into the pillow. A full day I'd been here. During that time, a favorite priest died, the queen seemed to dislike me, and I was part of the city's gossip. How was I going to last through my training and be the queen's advisor in less than a year? All I wanted to do was go home.

And I hadn't had a clue about Thodain's death beforehand, not even an inkling of a vision.

I was the worst Phoenix Prophetess ever!

Fireseed One, Catherine Stine: My father’s meditation room, off the den, has one tiny porthole only a water rat could squeeze through. It has dense walls and a two-way video-page. No precious files in there that would be in jeopardy so it’s the perfect padded cell. The thief suddenly wheels around to land a clumsy punch, but I veer out of harm’s way and push him ahead of me through the den into my dad’s think tank. Once inside, I struggle to triple-tie the cable binding his hands in front of him to one of the solid columns as he again tries to kick me. I yank off the sludge-dump’s mask. And gasp.

Long, red hair cascades down. Pearly skin, heart-shaped lips pursed. Fry me in the Hotzone if it’s not a live girl close to my age. Her sapphire-blue eyes gleam with hate.

Givin' Up The Ghost, Gwen Gardner: I’m not a guy watcher, truly I’m not. But I did happen to notice his large, firm biceps, and rather well developed deltoids and trapezius, tapering down into a nice latissimus dorsi. I’m only interested because I studied anatomy in school. And I did NOT almost fall off the bench watching him round the corner. The bench happened to be slanted and slippery.

The Marquis, Christine Rains:There was no absolution for him. Not from God nor from Mae.

Kicking the door closed behind him, he raced down the stairs. The Grand Marquis was going to come out of retirement. And Vetis would be the first to feel his wrath.

The Alpha, Christine Rains: “You do. You hang
around on rooftops. And do what?”

“Well,” he said and
crossed his legs. He started hesitantly and then gained more
confidence. “Okay. I watch over the city. You know, see what’s
going on and maybe help out when I can.”

“What? Like Batman?”
She snorted.

The Rifters, M. Pax: The gyroscope spun, siphoning energy from the pillars, energy reaching for a crystal in its center. It spun faster, faster, faster until the crystal began to glow. A disturbing shade of green. A beaked thing lumbered out of the light, it's shriek blasting like a bubbly burp. A strange sound to go with a strange sight.

Neverlove, Angela Brown: Jon paused, eyes narrowed. “I wouldn’t let this card fall into lay hands, Father. My assistant scanned your hand on the way into this meeting. With reason. The card will recognize you. But if someone not in the system holds this card, The Society does not accept responsibility for what happens.”

The Fall of Shaylar, River Fairchild: The liquid tasted flat and bitter, leaving a sourness in his
mouth he couldn’t identify. He attempted to spit the foulness from his tongue
but it remained to torment him. His vision blurred. Dizziness drained the
strength from his limbs. The staccato beat of his heart roared in his ears.

Narmek finally understood as he slid from his horse. Someone
had poisoned him.

Diamonds and Dust, River Fairchild: He jumped to his feet as his heart leapt into a mad gallop,
threatening to burst apart before he could struggle for another breath. It was
one thing to speculate, quite another to have the evidence staring him in the
face. Fisting his hands didn’t stop the tremors from running up his arms.

“What’s wrong? You seem agitated.” Lothan stood up beside
him and placed a hand on his shoulder. An alien hand yet David took comfort
from it.

“That’s not the moon from my world.” David gaped at the
glowing ball in the sky. It had a dark ochre streak running down the face of
it, like a lightning bolt. “Where am I?”

A collection of nine fantastic, spine-tingling stories. Magic. Mystery. Murder. Heartbreak and Hope. Defeat and Victory. The incredible and Horrific. Fantasy Uprising delivers a heaping serving of the best in fantasy.